Three Ex Presidents and James Franco by John Buchanan Read Free Book Online Page B

of reasons to explain your behaviour in line with your self concept. So either stop sleeping with men or say you're gay. I t’ s that simple.
     
                  "And tha t’ s what you have to keep giving these guys. Excuses. Just keep the little men inside his head happy. I t’ s not that difficult. Once they do it the first time, they convince themselves of why they did it. Maybe they really like the guy, and wha t’ s the harm in sex? Once they've come to terms with that, there's only a tiny step to wha t’ s wrong with lots of sex.
     
                  "But eventually it will hit a crisis point, when the other things get in the way. He can handle sleeping with you, but can't handle the weird feeling inside he gets when his friends make gay jokes. The feeling of embarrassment, the shame. He won't be able to justify the excuses he makes to his girlfriend to see the other man. Eventually he'll feel himself on the verge of going out with the other man, and at that point the alarm bells ring so loud the problem is sent to the top floor. At that point he needs to decide if he's gay or straight. And they always pick being straight.
     
                  "It can't last forever. The only thing to do is not to fuck up. Don't make a big deal out of it. Don't let him think too much about what he's doing."
     
                  I resented him then. Even if I could recognise a lot of what he was saying.
     
                  "Did you fuck up?" He asked. "Did you tell him you love him?"
     
                  I didn't answer. Though my silence and angry, glowing eyes answered for me. As my frustration rose I wondered how the cogs and little men in my head were rationalising this.
     
                  I was traveling for four days with a guy who treats me more like a sex object than a friend. We're on our way to meet another guy who he desperately wants to fuck. Why was I doing this? Is this rational? I could almost feel the cogs in my brain begin to move and the little workers in there begin to mutter amongst themselves.
     
     
     
     
     
    28. My suspicion that Jake couldn't survive nine hours without stimulation was correct. We must have added another hour to the journey, searching for an inconspicuous spot to park, to facilitate cramped and brief sex.
     
                  Back on the freeway, back behind the wheel, Jake was talking again. He was doing his gay power routine. "You know, they find it really hard to explain why gays exist. We should have bred ourselves out of the world long ago. Back in Greek times. And you Celts were all the same. Man on man was no problem.
     
                  "Why are we here? How are we here? Why weren't we bred out of existence?"
     
                  I knew his answer. I kept quiet. Kept my eye on the road, because he was paying it no attention.
     
                  "The reason is we're genetically superior. Tha t’ s how we survived. Tha t’ s why we're still here. Women are programmed. I suppose we're all programmed, but women are programmed to seek out a type of man, the perfect mate. Men just want to get their seed out of themselves or they'll explode, their cocks will actually erupt. Women need to be choosy.
     
                  "So they go for good looks, intelligence, cleanliness, success. Tha t’ s what they're after. And then they have slightly better kids then they would have otherwise. And when this goes on for centuries, kids start cropping up who have too much intelligence and beauty. They have so much of it they aren't normal, they're gay. Tha t’ s why gay men are always so clean. Perhaps i t’ s why the stereotype of the successful gay guy is true. And i t’ s why gays will never go away. The genes are in men, all men. Gays are just the necessary and ultimate result of evolution."
     
                  "You know I've read that book